I got a belly full of snakes that twist and coil in a sickening flux of nostalgia and regret. There is an ocean of surging breakers crashing against my heart like great tsunamis of shit and vomit. Each ebb and flow of the tide brings resurgent flotsam of remorse and shame. Each wave burns acidic into my recoiling psyche. Somehow I surf those oceanic waves, tottering on my board, balanced like a drunk on a tightrope. In my circus the high wire act are suicides and the clowns are psychopathic killers. The sword swallower has cut his throat and bleeds into the sawdust as he gurgles the details of my every disgrace. The snake charmer has seven deadly vipers each named for my sins, seven deadly venoms that course though my body to poison my thoughts and twist my emotions into grotesque and bitter shapes.
Image: The Medusa Rondanini